tick.

tock.         

tick.                

tock.        

time caged.

In the frantic pulse of an unrequited heart,

in the petty school gossip buzzing in the cold corridors and colder hearts,

hearts lost and found in the infatuation of mind,

he was presented an opprotunity.

An opprotunity. 

It was the birth, concievability of infant potential

"Could be" percieved a world beyond the physcality.

He wished he could fly and maybe then he could comprehend what Icraus meant

when he said he could touch the sky.

Icarus, would you ever seek to mention

time restricts motion

Newton's second law

burning to the ground

so where is my logical flawed

a life ruled by time.

every minute, every second, every moment

tick.

tock.

He held pride in knowing the time.

"7 past four"

A stopwawtch with seven gears, three international motions and time zones strapped to his body;

like a deadweight. 

Somedays became his everydays

A reassurement in the man made concept of time 

do animals have time? 

do they spend their lives confinded to this human feat created in an attempt to factualize and control an enviroment that was never ours

to control?

An unwinding that frees the soul

but traps my bones

libraries fill themselves with wordless, blank sheets

tick.

tock.

Are we lost

tick tock

Are we found

tick tock

where is the answer

tick tock

If not

tick

within

our own?

A life worth living, was never a life spent waiting.